Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Marshall Islands and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing a-ha to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Mary Jane Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Popol Vuh,
Rotary Connection,
Sonny Sharrock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Livin' Joy,
June Days,
Barry Ungar,
The Divine Comedy,
Silicon Teens,
Carl Craig,
Boogie Down Productions,
Suburban Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New Order,
Cecil Taylor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Holt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nirvana,
Aswad,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Audionom,
The Pretty Things,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Newcleus,
Stereo Dub,
Nico,
L. Decosne,
Mars,
Fluxion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Matthew Bourne,
Essential Logic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dennis Brown,
KRS-One,
Erasure,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mighty Diamonds,
kango's stein massive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Junior Murvin,
MDC,
Intrusion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kayak,
Khruangbin,
Eve St. Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Josef K,
Fugazi,
The Mojo Men,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Duran Duran,
The Smoke,
Los Fastidios,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.